Well I live in this ghostown The whispers from the walls will fall like feathers to the ground And I walk upon these cemetary streets I don't speak the language of the skeletons I meet

I live in this ghostown The acid in the architecture is burning the place down And I look out on these solitary streets Empty as an afterthought in purple pools of gasoline Purple pools of gasoline

Olie olie olie ahh The river's all in flames Olie olie olie ahh I can't go home again Olie olie olie ahh This city speaks in rain

Well I live in this ghostown The coffee burns like kerosene and the color of my world is brown I wander through these melancholy streets Quiet as a photograph and lonley as my vanity Yeah, lonley as my vanity